Floating In a Blue Lagoon (Wren)

[Izabelle Phillips]

Izzy stared at her phone for a few seconds, unsure if it was too early to send Wren a message or not. She knew there was those rules, where you weren't supposed to call or text in oh-so many days, but really, that was stupid in her opinion. Why play hard to get when you really liked the other person? Sure, it was just a minor crush and all, but still. Who knew what it might develop into? It was too soon to tell where it was all going to go, but that didn't mean she shouldn't try, right?

Sent to: Wren
Hi!
What are you up to?
- Izzy

She hit send and rolled over in her bed and looked up at the ceiling. Maybe he was busy? Well, at least he'd get to see it later. Or ignore it. Whatever, she had tried at least. God, why was she feeling so jittery and unsure? This wasn't like her at all. What a pain in the ass, ugh.

Sent to: Wren
I hope I didn't bother you while you're busy or something. If so, sorry!

...That sounded so lame.

[Wren O'Hara]

Wren stepped out of the showers and into the locker room, toweling himself off as he went. There was no one else in sight – he tended to swim at weird times of day – and so he took his time pulling on shorts and a t-shirt. After he’d settled his baseball cap over his still-damp mess of dark brown hair, he reached for his gym bag and fished out his phone.

He’d been checking it compulsively ever since he and Izzy had traded numbers, although he wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. Despite the fact that they’d got on… swimmingly (groan), he hadn’t really been able to work up the courage to text her. She was busy, he figured, and he didn’t want to annoy her or – even worse – come across as desperate.

He slid his thumb across the touchscreen, and the iPhone unlocked with a click. He blinked at his notifications; his breath caught in his throat.

2 New Messages
(Izzy) Hi! What are you…(read more)

He hastily brought up the full text, reading it quickly, then reading it twice more for comprehension before he turned the blue silicon covered phone sideways in his hands and typed up a reply.

Hey sorry i was in the pool

He hit send, then paused. The fluorescent lights in the empty locker room buzzed overhead.

No its totally fine sorry i missed you. I am doing pretty ok, i was practicing backstroke. What are you up to

He hit send again before puffing out his cheeks nervously. While waiting for a reply, he quickly stuffed all of his things into his bag and pocketed his iPhone. After closing his locker with an unceremonious clang, he threw his bag over his shoulder and headed back for the dorms.

His heart was pounding, and he didn’t think it had anything to do with the 1500 meters he’d just finished swimming.

[Izabelle Phillips]

Izzy had her eyes fixated on the ceiling as her phone buzzed. She didn't move at first, she just let her eyes drop to the phone lying next to her head. Man, she was feeling so strange. So unlike her. But she wasn't sure whether it was a good or a bad thing. Probably a good thing. She turned her head and fished her phone up and looked at it just as it buzzed again. Well, that was a good sign. She hoped.

The first text made her chew on her lip, because he made it seem like she had bothered him, but the second made her relax and brought a smile to her lips.

Sent to: Wren
Oh, ok. I'm glad! ^-^
I'm not really doing a whole lot, just some homework.

She looked at the opened book next to her. Well, she was trying to do homework anyways. But her head seemed to be elsewhere these days so it wasn't all that easy focusing on it. Izzy let out a sigh and shook her head, still smiling.

Sent to: Wren
How was practice?

[Wren O'Hara]

Wren was halfway up the stairs when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He skipped the rest of the stairs two at a time, jogged down the hallway, and slipped into his room. He tossed his gym bag carelessly at the foot of his bed and pulled out his phone again.

As he read Izzy’s text, and found himself smiling involuntarily.

Oh i should totolly be doing that too haha

He hit send, hoping that what he’d said wasn’t too super lame. Also, he wished silently that his iPhone would stop trying to autocorrect words. It couldn’t spell very well, and always suggested the weirdest things. It took a lot of time to backspace over them, but he wasn’t sure how to turn it off…

It was good, i got 1500 in and nobody else was there so it was pretty chill. How was your day?? Have you eaten dinner yet

He looked up at the clock at the top of his phone interface; it was only 5:45 in the evening, so maybe there was a chance.

[Izabelle Phillips]

Izzy rolled around once more and sighed. She should really have been focusing on her homework rather than staring at her phone like a fool. But noooo, she couldn't focus on anything right now. She usually loved doing homework or anything that was school-related, but her attention span seemed to be like a horny rabbit, running around humping things she shouldn't be focusing on right now. And out of all these things, her mind was focused on a boy. And not just any boy, Wren. But then her mind was once again pulled out of whatever freaky direction it was headed as her phone buzzed once again.

Sent to: Wren
I managed to get most of it done, but there's still a few more things. But God forbid, I can't sit still for that long at once.

Did that sound lame too? Probably. Well, at least he seemed nice enough to play along. This whole thing made her feel awkward and weird. She was usually so confident about things like these.

Sent to: Wren
That's awesome! Good job!
My day's been great so far, I've been keeping myself busy, haha. And yours?
And no, I haven't actually. Why, were you thinking about something in particular?

And if he hadn't, this would get really awkward, really fast. Oh welllll, she could survive awkward. She hoped anyways. She covered her face with the pillow and let out another sigh.

[Wren O'Hara]

Wren slid his shoes off and nudged them under the bed with his bare feet. He plopped back on his bed, feet still touching the floor; he placed his phone carefully on his chest and stared up at the ceiling.

His poor attempt to appear nonchalant completely dissolved when his phone buzzed between his ribcage. He snatched it up and held it above his head, flicking through his inbox.

Haha i feel that im the same way. Expesially with english

He knitted his brows at the autocorrect, but texted valiantly on. Her second text took a few moments to come through, and for a moment, he wondered if he’d asked her something strange. Just because she was texting him didn’t necessarily mean that she wanted to see him again, especially not tonight.

God, he felt like such a loser sometimes…

When she did finally reply, though, her words lifted his spirits, and he smiled again despite himself.

Thanks he sent. There was a moment’s pause while his large hands fiddled with the tiny on-screen keyboard. The only sound in his small dorm room was rhythmic clicking.

Im really glad. Mine was good too thanks. Actually i was just wondering if you wanted to meet up at the cafeteria or something but its cool if your busy. When you are done with your homework i mean

He took a deep breath and sent the text flying through the airwaves before he could second-guess himself. He placed his phone carefully on his chest again, wondering if he was coming off a little too strongly.

He liked her, though. He really did. And while he texted her, all he could think about was the way she had smiled at him the other morning.

[Izabelle Phillips]

As her phone buzzed again, Izzy tossed the pillow aside and grabbed her phone, holding it above her head and she opened the new text. It made her smile, and it was a little obvious, but she didn't really mind it.

Sent to: Wren
Well, if you ever need a tutor, let me know!

Wait, did that sound rude? She hadn't meant it that way, at all, and hopefully he didn't take it the wrong way. Man, that would be awful, and she'd feel so bad about it. But another buzz made her attention turn in a while different direction. She grinned and she tapped her lower lip with her index finger. Gosh, he was so adorable.

Sent to: Wren
Some food right now sounds great, actually. Gotta fuel up that battery you know.
I'm free whenever, though, and I'm not busy.

Did that make her sound needy and clingy? Texting was really not her thing. She liked talking a lot better actually. She sat up and rubbed the back of her neck. Okay, Izzy. Act cool. Act really, really cool. Don't blow it. Pep talks were needy. Pep talks were good. And then she stood up and walked back and forth inside her room. And it surely didn't help that she was starting to get really nervous. Blargh!

[Wren O'Hara]

At Izzy’s response, Wren’s eyes lit up. Would she really tutor him? She seemed really good at English – as far as he could see, she had awesome grammar – and it seemed like the perfect excuse to spend more time with her without sounding like a total creep.

He churned out a quick reply.

For real? That would really help me out a lot if it isnt a lot of trouble for you or anything

He shifted into a sitting position, because his arms were getting a little tired from holding his phone over his head all the time.

Man, Izzy was really nice.

He picked at the edge of his phone case as he waited for her reply. After hearing the gentle swoosh of an incoming iChat message, he bit his lip and steeled himself before looking down.

Wren stared at her reply in silence for a few moments, unsure of the best way to respond to her acceptance of his proposal. What did people usually say in this situation? He’d never scheduled an actual date thing (whoa, was it a date, even?) over text message.

He swallowed hard.

Awesome!! Im not busy or anything either so if you wanted to meet up around 6.15 or something i am down for that. Whoever gets their first can save the good seats haha

He looked back at his sent message, then up at the clock again. Six-fifteen was just under half an hour away.

[Izabelle Phillips]

She let out a small sigh of relief. Good, he didn't get mad or feel insulted. That was really, really good. Man, she had been really worried there for a second. And if it meant she got to spend more time with him, that was just even better. Even if it meant doing school work while hanging out. She didn't really mind, and it could end up being a lot of fun.

Sent to: Wren
Trouble? Not at all! It would be my pleasure helping you out any way I can. ^-^

Awesome. Now she had a good excuse to spend more time with him in a more casual setting. Constantly having the pressure of being on a ''date'' wasn't always the best way to go. Not that she'd mind going on dates with him, because duh, he was gorgeous.

She bit her lip, keeping herself from doing a total fangirl squee as the phone vibrated and she opened the message. But biting her lips was apparently not enough.

Sent to: Wren
Cool! It's a date then.
I'll see you there in a bit!

Man... She was getting more and more nervous now. She held her breath as she let her phone drop to the bed and walked over to her closet. She surely needed to wear something that wasn't her PJ's. Because doing homework in your PJ's was the new cool.